Between ...and i Love It

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Somewhere between adolesence and Labor Day.

Shrugging my shoulders inward.

drawing the beach towel close to my face.

i inhale the lingering scent of salt water and coccoa butter.

And...i Love it...

the way the midday sun loves a child's lemonade stand.

and sunblock slatherd seniors and black pavement.

warm and long...

steady with a sleepy heat.

The wicker chair creaks as i rock .

My sandy toes press against the weatherd porch railing.

peeking above the towel i fall into random thought.

wondering where fireflies go in winter?

wishing the moon ruled seasons rather than the tide.

then summer would be back in hours rather than months.

Nightbirds mourn the summer folk that left weeks ago.

as Mother packs away summer whites.

The gold of June sunsets has long since given way

to the magenta and amethyst sky of late August evening.

melting into rich and endless midnight blue.

Beach grass and the torn vinyl tablecloth flapping in the breeze

make  an odd duet ... i find comforting.

Sensual flashes of Summer memories arouse yet embarrass me.

The silky feel of the purple sundress i wore to the beach party.

The smell of stolen beer and kisses.

The courting of exhagerated stories full of brag and bull.

shared with perfect strangers until curfew dispersed us.

Stretching tall against the back of the chair

i feel older and wiser

yet less sure than ever

and i love it

the way chance is more exhilarating than surety

 

~ J.Hampton 2010

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

in progress feel free to tear it apart
in a nice way of course : )

Reviews

[GTVile]

That was pretty good. You described the scenery well enough that I could smell the salt water (not the cocoa butter though, I had a bad experience with that!) and hear the crunching of sea shells, taking me out of this dreadful basement office. You provided an escape with a meaningful message attached. Good job. You'll be able to work the kinks out in time.

[Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX]

this is very fly, don't have a lot of time to go into it, so i will jus say, you are 1 of my favorite writers on here (period) silly nice write.... 1love an keep blessin our inner eye with your minds ink...

[Robin]

I am left with a smile , found on chance

[Helen Woodward]

You have excelled here Jen, this is refreshingly warm and who of us cannot remember the sensual summers of our youth. Your beautiful phrasing made me drool (Almost) Such depth of meaning and truthful prose. I could feel the sleepy heat, see the sand between comforted toes and the flapping vinyl tablecloth, you helped me to love the world and all its beauty...so glad you are back!
Thank you...

XXXXOOOOXXXX

[Paul Okeke]

who would say this wasn't interesting....i love it..muah

[Sarah Lynn]

This is so incredibly descriptive and wonderful. As a reader, I felt as though I was right there next to you on the beach. I knew the sounds and emotions you were describing all too well. "The smell of stolen beer and kisses" is a great line. Nice work! =]

[Fabian G. Franklin]

So much talent you have. (((hug))))

[JC]

theres nothing to tear apart...its amazing, rich and powerful.

[AK]

This is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.